Whitechapel - Mammoth God

Choked like the ravenous thirst of the sands
As another god must surrender his land
His head, I take with me beneath
As a gift to the earth while I sleep
Masterless avarice that stole the pride of Nazareth
Swindling my way through gullible minds to take the bones of Lazarus
Ritual of blight, the moon prepares eternal night
To revive and fertilise death's grip, the flame of Satan is lit

Leading the hands of wounded man through thе dark
We separate as thеy find themselves right back at the start
Suffer, prosper
They suffer as I prosper in opulence

Shrouded in obsolescence
Stripped of the divine
A debt paid in lives
This world is mine

Eyes of chrome with an essence of gold
A mouth full of diamonds that tears through time as we know

I am the mammoth god, I am the slayer of gods
Therefore, I should kill myself so I can claim all their heads
My greed flows strong, and soon the cosmos will belong to itself
As we create our universe in hell

Leading the hands of wounded man through the dark
We separate as they find themselves right back at the start
Suffer, prosper
They suffer as I prosper in opulence

Suffer
Suffer and die
Suffer
This world is mine